Among all the rest I will mention but one, A Miser, who is in fair London well known; Yet I will forbear now to mention his Name, Because I am willing to keep free from blame: _Of this wretched Miser she made a meer Ass_ _She fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. Tis known this old Miser he seldom did eat From Years-end to Years end a meal of good meat; Except it was given him freely, and then He would eat as much as five labouring Men: _He hapn'd to meet with this beautiful Lass_ _Who fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. [Illustration] It hapn'd this Miser went over the Rounds[F. 133] And under his Arm he had seven score Pounds: The which he was going that Morning to lend: This Lady she met him, and said My dear Friend _Your former good Nature lays claim to a Glass:_ _She found Wine and Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. The Miser he told here he dare not drink Wine Nor any such liquors until he had Din'd: Quoth she, since we here did so luckily meet, I now am resolved to give thee a treat: _Away to her chamber they straightways did pass_, _She fed him with pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. A Dinner she straightways provided with speed, The Miser he like an old Farmer did feed; Concluding that he should have nothing to pay, But to eat and drink, aye, and so go his way; _The Lady supply'd him with Glass after Glass_, _She found him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. This Lady supply'd him with Liquor good store, Till he was not able to drink any more; Full bowls of Canary he had drank so deep, That all of a sudden he fell fast asleep: _Thus of this Old Miser she made a meer Ass_, _She fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. She shook him, and finding that he would not wake, The Sevenscore Pound she did presently take; Then locking the Miser up in an old Chest, This brings me, in short, to the Cream of the Jest: _Thus her waggish purpose was soon brought to pass_, _She fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_, Now he having told her before where he dwelt, In this subtle manner she cunningly dealt; Straight calling a Porter to finish this strife, The Miser she sent in a Chest to his Wife: _Without e're a Penny in Silver, alas!_ _Thus she fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_. This Lady she gave him two Shillings at first, And bade him be sure he was true to his Trust; Now for to deliver his Burthen with Care, For why, I must tell you it is Merchant's Ware: _And thus the poor Miser was made a meer Ass_, _She fed him with Pig, but he paid for the Sawce_.